Fandom Homestuck(Blue)(Noivian)

Your name is DALDRA FINLET.

You are ALMOST EIGHT SWEEPS OLD. You're a SEA DWELLER with an odd type of FUCHSIA BLOOD. You live on an ABANDONED ISLAND with UNDERWATER CAVES. Did I mention there's a FREAKING VOLCANO on the island? No? Well, there is. You enjoy METALLURGY and BLACKSMITHING, and are capable at crafting HIGH QUALITY METALS and shaping them into ALL KINDS OF PURPOSES. You like to dabble into making WEAPONS and PROSTHETICS, which you often have attached to you. You're not terribly good with bodies and attaching the prosthetics, but you're CHARISMATIC enough to have others attach them to you for free.

That being said, you're also slightly MANIPULATIVE, despite DOING YOUR BEST TO NOT BE MANIPULATIVE. You have ONLY A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS, as basically the ruler of all trolls wants you dead. Gotta stay on a low profile. Your HIVE is mostly UNDERWATER CAVES, with a large BLACKSMITHING WORKSHOP inside the volcano.The island is secluded enough that you don't really have to worry about drones finding you. You like to EXPLORE and often discover COOL ANCIENT RUINS. Did you mention you also have a HUGE CRUSH on one of your INTERNET FRIENDS? No? Well, you do. Your WHALEMOM was killed a long time ago, and you MOSTLY LIVE ON YOUR OWN.

Your trolltag is typeCollateral and you .:}{like to make your text ends fancy}{:..​

>Daldra: Allocate weapon.

You pick up your double ended trident, signature weapon of all Alternian heiresses. You shouldn't have this. You're supposed to be dead, you're supposed to be gone and this is supposed to go to someone else, whoever else is supposed to be next in line for the throne. But yet, you live, and you have this weapon.

...

You actually don't like this weapon that much. It's a pain to use, given how when you point it at someone, one end points back at you. Too much force means you might end up skewering yourself as well as your opponent. It's kinda dumb, really. But, when you were younger, you were really into the idea of becoming Empress. You had your own tiara and weapon and fancy clothes.. it was paradise, until your lusus died and you realized how much you were being sheltered. Imperial drones kept trying to kill you, so you had to move somewhere remote and hidden. Some where only you could get to.

Now your tiara's been melted down into more useful parts, and you were considering doing the same with your trident but really it's your only defense. You've gotten used to it, you suppose. Though it's still a really dumb weapon. Why not just one end?

>Daldra: Check perimeter.

Enough reminiscing, you've got to check your island's perimeter. You've already had one run in with drones today, and don't want to be surprised by another. Moving into your surveillance room, you check the cameras on the perimeter. Nothing so far... looks more or less clear.

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>Daldra: flip the fuck out

What the actual fuck is going on here! You nearly tear your hair out, somehow covering your horns, looking at the mess your server player is making of your room. You calm down eventually and get online to pester your chums about it.

>Daldra: enter the medium

From what you've already read from your friends, you have a pretty solid idea what the heck you're doing here. Jumping off your husktop, you scour your room for something heavy. Retreating to the forge real quick, you point to an anvil for your server to pick up, and then quickly scramble back to your husktop, remembering you promised AA to be his server player.

>Daldra: connect to AA

You're working on it, geeze!​

>Daldra: enter the medium!

Alright, fine! Fine! When the anvil is dropped on the lid of the cruxtruder, you waste no time throwing a whale plushie into your kernel, and carving a dowel. Gripping the mirror it makes on the alchemiter, you toss it to the ground, shattering it and taking your hive into the medium.​

In a bright light, you're transported to...

Land of Silence and Prayer

Nothing here reminds you of Alternia. You're not even underwater anymore!​

Daldra: .:}{hello?}{:.
Daldra: .:}{anyone here?}{:.​

A clattering noise reaches your ears. You turn, realizing someone, or something was in your workshop.

>Daldra: Strife!

Rushing up to your workshop, you instigate a strife with a mass of ink that seemed to have a whale's tail made of a soft material. Regardless, you pull out your 2x3dent.

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You retaliate by throwing your 2x3dent and stepping aside, allowing the creature to ram itself into a wall. You would equate the motion to hammering in a nail via hitting the wood against the hammer, rather than the other way around. But you suppose it works, too...​

You find the hemospectrum book on the ground, and pick it up. It's nothing you haven't read before. Oh, look. There's your blood color, at the very top of the first page. It details your supposed importance as the next Empress...

You're tempted to tear the page out, but that wouldn't make it any less true. With fuchsia blood, you're destined to have the least health problems, the most powers, and the longest life out of every other known troll. Whether or not you actually want to or will get to be Empress.... well, that's kind of subject for debate.

>Daldra: Collect grist

You collect the dropped grist and your 2x3dent. You still haven't thought up a fancy name for it yet... perhaps you should?

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You sit down where you are, in your workshop, and flip open the book. What were their colors again? KA said he was purple or violet, right? Something about Grand Highblood? You think you remember reading something like that.

Those destined to become Grand Highblood usually run some sort of cult with the land dwellers, the most common one being some sort of clown cult, but perhaps KA runs some sort of... astronomy cult, you suppose? There's also an option that he's a few shades shy of actually being a Grand Highblood... meaning he'd be of above average strength, but not so much in authority, considering the gap between him and the next shade up. It's funny, you never noticed, but the higher up the hemospectrum you went, the bigger the gaps between the blood powers went. Anyways, KA will probably grow considerably in strength, but lack in the gargantuan size that most of his hue gain as they grow, depending on his shade of purple.

If he's actually a violet, and not hemotyping correctly, then he'd be a sea dweller, and that's a whole 'nother fish to fry.

MS is probably an indigo blood, despite being more of a pale blue, you presume. He should already be incredibly strong, in that case. Unless he has a slight mutation that makes it so he isn't. But he would fall under KA's jurisdiction, regardless of if KA likes his blood type or not. There's also a possibility MS is a cobalt blood, meaning they'd have vision eightfold and mind control powers. Always a possibility.

The list probably goes CC, SR, AA, and then SA. CC is probably a jade blood, which is rare, perhaps more rare than you. They're supposed to tend to the Mother Grub underground, and you're 90% sure CC is actually male, which makes him rarer. SR is probably a yellow blood, with psionic powers and all that, AA looks like an orange or bronze blood, with animal powers, more than likely, and SA is a rush blood, at the bottom of the barrel. SA will have the shortest lifespan, whether from being stepped on by higher blood colors, or because of biological reasons.

It also mentions how the lower blood castes are easier to manipulate via powers than higher up on the hemospectrum. Hmm, interesting.

>Daldra: Name your trident something cheesy

Considering you were just talking about blood colors and castes, perhaps you should name your trident after that? Something about prying into other's personal lives by drawing out their blood colors? Perhaps something about asking about blood colors in a violent way?

The Inquisitor. Yes, that seems cheesy enough.

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>Daldra: get mad

You specifically told him not to put it on your desk!

Okay, temper over. You try not to get too worked up over dumb things. Besides, it promptly relocates to near your alchemiter.

>Daldra: fight more imps

You want to alchemize some cool shit, but first you need to gather grist. Without grist, you can't do jack shit. Thankfully, MS told you there were imps nearby to fight. Following a simple Aggress/Avert pattern, you manage to defeat most of the imps crowding your hive.

>Daldra: alchemize cool shit!

Alright, here you go! After fucking up some things, you manage to figure out how to make blank cards and punch them. Pulling out a notepad, you start cataloging all the captcha codes. You also take a moment to grab some shit from your workshop.

BIRD'S WING BLUEPRINT && PROSTHETIC ARM = PROSTHETIC WING (RIGHT)
PROSTHETIC WING (RIGHT) && MIRROR = PROSTHETIC WING (LEFT)
PROSTHETIC WING (RIGHT) && PROSTHETIC WING (LEFT) || VEST = DECORATIVE PROSTHETIC WINGVEST

>Daldra: bother your friends

Yeah, you kinda need a remote way of controlling the wings...​

>Daldra: Remake your tiara.

Heaving a resigned sigh, you return to your forge and melt down a bar of gold. You're not going to make it fancy, it just has to set on your head and not fall off while you fly. You take a measurement of your skull and create a mold that will allow the tiara to fit snugly, but not skull crushingly so, onto your head. While you're waiting for the gold to melt, you decide to do some musing.

You've always had an interest in the culture of Alternia, despite despising your part in it. Specifically, you felt drawn to the lore surrounding angels and cherubs. You do recall how they were supposedly the despised destroyers of worlds and all that... but surely not all angels were? Surely something in the lore was wrong. There had to be something that trolls did to piss them off. An angel or cherub wouldn't just attack for no good reason. It would be a dumb waste of resource and time.

When the gold is melted, you pour it into the mold, and allow it to set. Once it hardens again, you carefully take it out of the mold and dip it in water. It takes perhaps a good couple hours to sand it down and buff it, but eventually you manage to remake a somewhat less fancy version of your original tiara. Testing it out on your head, it fits just the way you wanted it to, which is perfect. Taking it off, you return to the alchemiter.

>Daldra: Alchemize more cool stuff!

HUSKTOP || GOLDEN TIARA = TIARATOP
DECORATIVE PROSTHETIC WINGVEST && HUSKTOP = COMPUTERIZED PROSTHETIC WINGVEST

>Daldra: Interface the Tiaratop with the Wingvest

With a few clicks on the panel on the back of the Wingvest, you manage to interface the Tiaratop on your head with the Wingvest. Slipping the Wingvest on, you try it out. On mental command, the wings flap. The problem is, the prosthetic wings are entirely metal and will probably not generate enough lift with their small size and heavy weight to allow you to do more than glide. Perhaps if you had a real feather, you could turn it into a set of feathery, functional wings. You'll probably have to also go through the whole process again with a more slim design to your wings, as well as making them bigger. And that will require more grist.

>Daldra: Upgrade your Inquisitor.

If you're going to be doing more fighting, you might need a better weapon.

INQUISITOR || COMPUTERIZED PROSTHETIC WINGVEST = SEA GOD'S ANGEL

Interfacing the Sea God's Angel with your Tiaratop, you now have a remote controlled double ended trident with wings. Essentially, a flying, deadly broomstick, minus the magic.

You also really like how it gives you cheesy names, so you don't have to think of them yourself.​